Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1887-03-31

her peace ana contentment. Pride
will sustain us both. bus pride cannoI
comfort aching hearts"
Lord Clauworth walks out leaving
her again alone with the grandeur and
wealth and undying sorrow that mus;
torture her broken heart through all
the coming years.
Times csaseless wheel turns on,
carrying in its whirl the joys and
cares the love and hopes; the sin
and shame of countless multitudes
Yes. time is passing away, and with
it my weary life. thinks Lizette.
Passing awsyl The words are indel-
-ibls stanpsd upon avery nhiactia the
vast face of nature, from the down
trodden flower, to the king of the for
est; from the musical brook to the
mighty ocean from earth to the star
ry worlds on high-all speak the self
same words. passing away! "Will
not the sorrows of my shattered life
pass away? murmurs the wretched
lady, while tears cloud her eyes and
a set determination gathers about the
proud lips.
Can no voice from the dim, dis
tant future turn back to answer?
None and SO my queen.y lady
lives on from day to day. In appear.
ance the years have changed her but
little; with my lord, they have not
dealt so lightly. For sometime. even
his unobservant wife has been able to
detect careworn expression, almost
amounting to despair, that increases
hourly.
But where is Maurice Far away
in distant land, bearing different
name, in hiding, and shifting from
place to place, to evade the watchful
eye of the law. Is he guilty.? No,
as the following letter to his sister
will explain
Ny DEAR LlZETTE
Forgive my long silence; for
give the brother from whom you have
heard nothing, since the one wretched
day | left 'Sunnysides, and all | loved
most on earth. You did not dream,
my own bright little sister, that | was
then being pursued as a murderer; as
the man who shot Harry Weston, but,
it was nevertheless the case. / could
we'll how it would grIe3e YOUR 4 If Joyous
happy life, so remained silent and
fed. But. the clouds have cleared
away at last, and soon, will be with
you all again. Let me tell you how |
became free. Last night was a cold
raw one, and | had just seated myself
for quiet smoke when the door bell
rang hastily. | answered to find a
boy out Of breath, who babe me follow
him at once, to the house of a diving
man, who had requested to see me.
| lost no time in being conducted
through dim-lighted streets, aud up
dark alleys, until We stood before a
miserable hut, too dilapldated to be
called dwelling. In the upper room
Of this hovel, upon a pallet of straw,
lay Hugh MACPHERSON, you remem-
Der him. Come this way old boy he
said sadly, as he caught glance of me
in the doorway. Let me speak while it
is yet not too late. In broken words he
explained how, and why, he shot Wes-
ton, and how he regretted the evidence
had fastened upon me with such an
iron grip, but you will no longer be
an exile from your home. Go back
Maurice. and take with you the last
remains of me, who has caused you so
much sorrow. Old Ned will clear
You, when am no more on earth to
be punished. Break the news gently
to my aged mother he sobbed 'and
ask her to forgive her child, for he
has suffered enough to win forgiveness
from her-and Heaven This is all
except that | shall return at once, and
obey his dying request. With much
love for yourself, mother, and my un.
forgotten Maud. | am as ever,
Your devoted brother,
MAURICE.
BY what cross-purposes my life has
been tossed, whispers Lady Clanworth
as the letter falls listlessly in her lap
If had but known this then, how
widely different my situation would
have been now, and the.uubidden tear;
flowed down in scalding drops from
the exquisite eyes. She did not know
that her husband was standing neal
her, nor did she at first hear his ten
der. heartfelt question.
What is it? What has caused yor
so much pain? Is your life getting
still more unbearable?
Re. d that, says my lady. with al
ugly sneer and tell me for what m
life has been sacrificed. Tell me wha
good your cruel revenge has done yol
or me?
| None. none, answers Lord Clan
worth, in far-off tone. It has brough
me only . conscience racked; a ninC
oppressed; and, more than all, it ha
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